Nuomi's gaze kept following Ye Fan's figure, she stood at the back of the line, far away, and couldn't hear the conversation between Ye Fan and the elder Taoist. I saw that the senior brother saluted and turned back slightly, and left directly. She looked disappointed, holding the small piece of dirty steamed bun in her hand, a little overwhelmed.

When the elder Taoist faced Ye Fan, an old face smiled with a chrysanthemum, and when he turned his head to look at the group of boys again, the expression on his face changed to a cold disdain and sneer. Zhang Wu bent down slightly and stood beside the elder Taoist, introducing the boys who were bruised from the cold one by one.

The children who were rich and well-paid were the first to be introduced. They were dressed thickly, and one by one they stood in front of the elder Taoist. The boys in sackcloth stood behind in fear, not daring to fight.

Glutinous rice stood farther away, not even standing in a pile with those sackcloth boys, looking a little overwhelmed and alienated from a distance.

I saw the boys whose names had been called take two steps and stood in front of the elder Taoist. Zhang Wu said a few words, and then the elder Taoist said a few more words, and a strong man with a strong body and strong muscles came out behind him, picked up the two boys, turned around and walked all the way up the steep and straight mountain road.

In the past few years, the entire Tianwu Kingdom has been in a state of drought, and Nuomi has been wandering and begging outside the city, and all he sees are scrawny refugees. And the big man standing behind the elder Taoist was completely opposite, with a sturdy tendon and flesh exposed from under his clothes, his wrists and neck were thicker than ordinary people, and his chest was thick.

These stout men are all the physical cultivation of Qingquan Peak. Compared with miscellaneous servants, the status is slightly higher, but it is far less noble than martial arts or immortal cultivation. Their only advantage is that they are physically strong, and they often do rough work.

Nuomi stood at the end of the line, watching the other boys all be named one by one, and then carried to the mountain peak by the body cultivator. The speed of physical cultivation up and down Qingquan Peak was very fast, and it didn't take long to transport the first thirty-two boys in front of him to the mountain.

The eyes of those young Qingquan Peak disciples and old Daoists were all focused on the filthy glutinous rice.

Nuomi looked back at those people a little dazed and at a loss, looking at the sneer and disdain in their eyes, and even her back was a little stiff.

Strange places, strange people.

She unconsciously clenched the small ball of hard steamed buns in her palm, and her eyes looked along the mountain path of Qingquan Peak, hoping to find the figure of the senior brother. The wind was still blowing, her body trembled violently, but a thin layer of sweat oozed from her palms, soaking the small piece of hard steamed buns softly. On weekdays, if she encounters bullying or other bad eyes, she can always avoid the side. But now at this time, she knew that she couldn't avoid it at all, and she had to endure it.

The elder Taoist looked at the thin young man who was so dirty that he couldn't see his face, and his brows slowly furrowed. His eyes were full of suspicion. The tone is even more dissatisfied.

"What is this?"

"Uncle Xingsuan, this ...... He was also a boy who was called for miscellaneous labor. The root bone is sixteen points, and it is a miscellaneous spirit root, but it is barely enough to meet the requirements. Clumsy, I fell several times on the road, and then I got dirty. ”

"This kind of goods, how can you stay in the mountain gate!"

"It was decided by the elder brother."

Zhang Wu originally wanted to take the opportunity to drive this filthy boy out, but suddenly remembered that this young man was picked up by the senior brother himself, and maybe the senior brother would suddenly remember it. If you ask him and find that this young man was kicked out of the mountain gate because of his reasons, Zhang Wu can't stay in Qingquan Peak anyway.

The time came in a hurry, and the glutinous rice was sour and sour, and no one had ever probed her spiritual roots. Zhang Wu didn't want this little thing to attract attention in the mountain gate, so he made up a number and used the name of the senior brother, so that this dirty and smelly little thing could stay, so that the senior brother would not be angry in the future.

Qingquan Peak's requirement to recruit children is to have fifteen or more spiritual roots in order to become the lowest-level miscellaneous servant. Zhang Wu pulled out such a number, glutinous rice is destined to be a handyman. If you can't attract the attention of your masters, no one will find out that this extra boy may be a pariahs bastard who has no spiritual roots at all.

"Hmph, such goods!"

Hearing Ye Fan's name, the elder Taoist's brows stretched a little, but his face was still overt dissatisfied, and his eyes looked at Nuomi like he was looking at a leprosy dog that was about to die.

Even her lips trembled, and she couldn't stop biting it. She wanted to plead, but in the face of the disgusted eyes around her, she couldn't even say a word. Looking up, the elder Taoist had exhausted all his strength. There was cold sweat on his back that slid down his spine, and the glutinous rice was so nervous that he couldn't feel it.

After begging and walking for more than half a month to Nanyang City, the bruises on her waist that were kicked out by the soldiers guarding the Nanyang City Gate have not disappeared, not to mention the injuries that were kicked out by Zhang Wu last night. She froze outside Nanyang City for almost ten days, during which she only lived on that small half of a steamed bun and a little grass, and she didn't even dare to leave to beg, for fear that the team would pass by when he left.

In this way, I braved the cold wind and drove all night before I came to the foot of Qingquan Peak.

If she were to be kicked out again, she would probably have to starve to death in this deserted place.

The elder Taoist looked at the glutinous rice in disgust, and sniffled, obviously unable to stand the sour smell on her body. Even those body cultivators behind the Taoist people were disgusted.

"Skinny and small. Dirty like this, and clumsy, the mountains are not a waste of food. ”

"I—I'll work. Glutinous rice...... Glutinous rice...... Anything will. ”

The voice was thin, very light and soft, and trembling, but in the end it was squeezing out the words.

After a night of driving, she didn't even drink a sip of water, and there was a kind of gritty hoarseness in her voice, and her throat felt uncomfortable as if it was burning. She sniffled, trying to swallow her saliva, but there was nothing dry in her mouth.

Even his lips were torn by the wind, and there was sweet blood.

"Glutinous rice...... Very well-behaved. Eat very little. ”

She said hard that she hoped she wouldn't be left behind.

While speaking, he also looked at Zhang Wu with a pleading gaze, looking at the elder Daoist people, looking at those body cultivators, hoping that someone could say a good word for him.

However, those people just stared at her coldly, coldly, and didn't say a word.